Eternal Summit
You've misplaced your pickax
went snow-blind then lost the map
slipping into the sweet blackness.
You always wished to fly solo
your long overdue but nobody knows
you left no itinerary nor coordinates
there'll be no search and rescue
upon this avalanche of arrogance.
Days lay upon a twist of broken bones
the thick blue ice shifts into a moan
the wish came into full fruition
you've reached the pinnacle of alone.
Upon the slopes of icy cliffs
into a blizzard of silver bliss
two alpinists offering a prayer flag
to the white heart of eternal summits.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2025
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